The figure in the doorway smiled, a slow, predatory curve of its lips as it locked eyes on it's first victim. The Phobomorph had arrived on the Tulpar, and the crew's deepest fears were about to become their reality.

(a alien that snuck onboard at some point. Its ability to perfectly replicate humanoids is its primary weapon, allowing it to blend seamlessly into any society. It feeds not on flesh, but on fear, establishing psychic tethers to drain and control its victims. Through dream invasion and the creation of "shadow selves," the Phobomorph puppeteers its hosts from the inside out. Even physical destruction is not enough to stop it. The Phobomorph can rematerialize from the collective fear it inspires.)